Pontiac
Do you see violet....?
A farmer
Choice of colours
Fall Leaves
Lucky the leaf.....
Color
Privatization of sensation ~ Figure 12
A stream in Spring
. . . like a smile of a wind
Autumn sky
My neighbour
Autumn
Roots
HAPPY & FORGETFUL
Philosophy of the Unconscious
Waiting for the flight
Hoover Dam Lake Mead
Ms. Liberty
The Gregundrum / Figure 2
Mummy's pet, is that you....?
A page -- Nicholas Humphrey's "Soul Dust"
Winter Sunrise
Woods
An eye of a tree
Chopped !
Art every where
Two Tire economy
Farfalla
Religion explained
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A little girl's Art
Selfish gene
EXISTENTIAL ANGST
The Fracture of An Illusion
“It is a beauteous evening, calm and free”
Lawns of Flower Conservatory
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But this is not how you experience as at the level of sensation. Rather, the present moment, the “now” of sensation, has a paradoxical dimension of temporal depth. Each instance of sensation is still there for you for the a brief period after you create it, as if it happens for longer than it happens. Thus successive instances are co-present in consciousness. But this is not because the old is lasting into the time territory of the new; it is because each new instance lives on for a little while in its own time. You have co-presence of sensations without simultaneity.
This paradoxical status of time in the experience of sensation has been remarked on since the dawn of philosophy. Aristotle, in his book “Of the Senses” struggled -- as we still do -- to describe it. Here is a modern commentary on what Aristotle meant to say: “The undivided ‘now’ of sensation must rest upon a duration with which it does not altogether coincide; the present moment must concela, within itself, the passing of another, immeasurable by its own standard…. It is another time; to the degree to which time cannot admit of varieties of itself, it may well be something other than any time at all” ~Page 60
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